User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-3474228-20120318172736/@comment-3474228-20120319032846

The otter stops and coughs some more, looking down at the scone. "Hmm, i dunno mate, somethin's funny about this scone." A few moments later, he drops the scone and rubs both paws on his neck. "A-Agh, it feels like me throat's on fire! Water! Get me some water!" Thinking that it's a joke, the otters laugh at their companion, who rushes past them and into the kitchen, narrowly missing kicking the stack of flour bags over. From behind the bags, the ferret curses, noting in his head that he had put too much poison on the scones, and the delayed effect had not happened. A body thuds down in front of the ferret a few moments later as the otter drops dead. The tankard of poisoned water he had been drinking flies out of his hand and in front of the other otters as his face begins to discolor. The otters look at one another, confused, before one ventures near the body and gasps. "Dead! He's dead!"